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woo eats meat eats meat hahaha look out Dirty Frank Dahmer he's a gourmet cook, yeah. I got a recipe for anglo-saxin soup, yeah. Wanted a pass. So she relaxed. Now the little groupie's getting chopped up in the back. I got a cupboard full of fl

know it - you know that i got the boom with the bit and you babies gonna flip - yo yo yo you know it - you know that i got the balls in the sack and the crackers in my crack - yo yo yo you know it - you know that because it's on - yo it's on motherfuc

s just like anyone he's just like anybody he's just like frank and I know it and he knows it it's his one sided point of view I know it when he says it's my way, or the wrong way and I don't care about you but to see my side wouldn't be the worst thing he c

frank and open Deep conversations They get me nowhere They bring me down, so Give it a rest, won't you? Give me a cigarette God give me patience Just no more conversation Oh, give us a drink And make it quick Or else I'm gonna be sick Sick al

acting so friendly. Don't nod don't laugh all nicely. Don't think you'll up-end me. Don't sigh, don't sip your iced-tea. And don't say, "It's been a while..." And don't flash that stupid smile. Don't ask me how I've been. Don't th

full of stars's Before my eyes My inane look It calmly took My only friend Is air land Eternal world Is grey and cold My soul is tough It's strong enough I'm sure I'll win For loss I'm mean My story's frank It's out of rank Of usual tales Where feeling fails There

it be true to say that I ordered you Or is it you that ordered me? I could say you are the only one I see But I can't stop at two or three And I am afraid to need you so And I am too sober not to know That you may be my problem, not my love Woul

you remember I told you a story About Max the Millionaire? He had all his inherited money Piled up in stocks and shares For years he’d been a meanie Kept his money to himself Thought he knew the best way And refused financial help [Chorus:] Fall

is min leiwe Mönsterland, wao stolt de Eiken staoht Wao Ao und Vechte, Wäs un Jims dör Wiesk un Weiden gaoht Dat is min leiwe Mönsterland wao stille Mensken gaoht Woa blaoe Augen frie un frank ju kiekt liej in’t Gesicht; Wao Nachtigall un Geitlink singt, in Hieg un Busk

now me and Frank, we're the best of friends And our friendship will never end Though it would hurt him so for him to know That I love his girlfriend Well, the love of a girl and the love of a friend Are two things you can't compare So my heart will ache, well I will let i

as the next guy I'm normal as the next guy What makes you think I'm not huh I eat a balanced breakfast in the morning I drive a late model american car And when I come home I come home from work How 'bout that weather eh Interesting tornadic activity And who

I play cricket I’m the longest at the wicket I can jump and swim And I live in the gym But I can’t come to terms With my existence as part of the universe I gaze at the sky I think how? when? and why? I go to the lavatory In tune with astrology

the dawn of day And I gotta think about What I wanna say Phone ringing off the shelf I guess it wanted to kill himself Wakin on a pretty day Don't know why I ever go away It's hard to explain My love, in this daze You could say I been most all around But h

Verse 1] It started off grand, and ended in ruins, Thought you were the one, you never knew what you doing, no, You didn't know when, to stop all of your games, And you left me here, left me without any shame, And so the truth came out, You couldn't promise me the love

I see someone Less fortunate than I And let's face it - who isn't Less fortunate than I? My tender heart Tends to start to bleed And when someone needs a makeover I simply have to take over I know I know exactly what they need And even in your

five pounds of pure cane sugar She's got it each and every kiss You wouldn't know what I'm talking 'bout If you never had a love like this Well, I don't mean to be frank with you all It's a natural fact Good things come wrapped up in small, small packages

Verse 1: Chino Moreno] Why don’t you come out Just wasting hours to call And say... No we're not gonna die! Thoughts evolve Shall we kill A lot say Tell them lies it's hard to play And see my chest grow For hours and hours and hours and safe for hours The hours and hours

seh Euch allesamt Revue passieren Große Söhne, große Männer von Welt Vorüber Ihr heute bevorzugt noch nicht sprechen wollt Ist die Farbe, die Euch so gefällt Es weht ein andrer Wind und wer, wer garantiert, das wir uns morgen noch gegenüberstehn U

love you honey but i hate your friends I love you honey but they'll be the end of me Oh yeah I love you honey but i hate those friends That fat cat frank got a heart of gold He's got a head of lead, he's young but he acts old That limp wriste

of the only white rappers not rockin' a buzz cut Chuckle until they see me spit and then they know whats up Bum rush the city when i left the illadel I moved to baltimore once we copped us a citadel YE- BP my teams, I'mma spit until I can't or till I get out my dreams I.E

quot;Birds and planes go Through the rainbow Every day though You simply refuse Old-fashioned Ferris Wheels Are no big deal They're just big wheels with chairs So don't be scared Just set yourself free" She tells me it's alright To open up

with everybody's opinion Trying to do me Only down one, I'm in the final Shooting threes Like I don't give a f-ck Music we f-ck, switch the position up We love the things that keep on Bringing out the kids in us Been working all my life to do some different stuf

first time I saw her I couldn't be sure But the sin of impatience Said, "she's just what you're looking for" So I walked right up to her And with the part or me that talks I introduced myself as Frank From New York New York She's so hot She's

Shpil zhe mir a lidele in Yiddish Dervekn zol es freyd un nisht keyn khidesh, Az ale, groys un kleyn, zoln kenen dos farsteyn, Fun moyl tsu moyl dos lidele zol geyn! Refrain: Shpil, shpil, klezmerl, shpil. Veyst dokh vos ikh meyn un vos ikh vil – Shpil, shp

Girl, pardon me I don't mean to be rude But I got some paper wanna spend it on you All I wanna do, is kick it with you Bottles on deck for you and your crew Baby swing by, girl you should come through All I wanna do, is kick it with you Girl look at you

SECTION A1] I’m not an angel, don’t think I ever could be I’d take my halo and use it as a Frisbee You think you know me? Wanna get to own me? Hold on and let me introduce you to ベントレ Holy shit, yeah I’m speaking Japanese All the haters over there

Chorus] I'm on the grind all day until the sun go down, puttin' paper in my pockets grindin all year round' I'm on the block with the gangstas stayin two toes down I'm on the grind. I'm on the grind all night until the sun come up, countin cash up in the cut tryin to m

you're Ahrima, collusive dreamer. I watched the lamps fall, you pushed them over. They say you're gifted, well I just see a scared kid. They must have flipped it, your skills are latent. O, you snuffed the glow. Replaced it with coals. Threw away the throne. O, you snuffed t

run up on me with the handgun I might could stand one They say when love comes around (around around around) Baby you can leave, I said baby you can leave [Hook:] They say when love comes around, I probably had missed it If this the way it is It's correct to as

Spoken Intro:] I know you love how I make it all go away: all the joy, all the pain, all thoughts in your brain. For the price of your soul, I will hold your heart in my talons. For three summers straight you've been my sweet eye candy; and no one will ever, ever, take you

Intro) Bounce in the club so the hoes started rockin Toasted in the club and I'm lookin for a blockhead (Chorus) Toasted in the club and I'm lookin for a blockhead(x3) Hoes started rockin Toasted in the club and I'm lookin for a blockhead(x3)

Hook] You gotta go, you, you gotta go You, you, gotta go, you gotta go That way You gotta go, you, you gotta go You, you, gotta go, you, you, but I wanna See you do the, see you do the, see you do the Walk of See you do the, see you do the, see you do

who the f*** are you, Yer, who the f*** are you, Is it recording yer, I come direct and i inject, And im expecting your respect, I'm a baller, you've been checked, Im the kinda kid you can't detect on the road, All out when im about, I'll put m

s Talking intro [x6] Mafioso [Little Ceas:] How you figure that your team can affect my cream Gold and platinum. Black since I stepped on the scene Kn - I mean. Peep the scene: Jacoooze full of women. She hittin me and him and him much love like wembelton W

s your phone You gonna answer your phone, yeah? It could be your boss and that like Asking why you didn't come to work and that today, yeah? I think you Gonna need An excuse in the morning Cause' we ain't gonna say goodnight I think you Gonna need An excuse in the morning Caus

back in Alabama where the dirt roads cut through the woods And when it rains you can smell the steam off the grass Even dew on the hood of my paw paw's 1985 Chevrolet Silverado I must have been about six Life was so easy back in the sticks 16 year old mother fought for t

Nickatina) Man it's the diamondback eagle that's legal to kick it evil Bullets from behind wit your peoples I serenade the whole serengeti fefetti and lucaccini Chuck Taylor down in a beanie, the kill genie State the state and face the face crop the bass The ra

snoop dogg] Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga? It's the big homeboy snoop dogg And y'know, the streets is a motherf***er D.p.g.c., y'know Representin to the fullest, like dat dere Y'know! [kurupt] Organized madness The young godstra Ha hah, young frank sina

Ich bin ein vorbild geworden für die streetkids frag sie, sie sagen sonny black erzieht mich junge das ist seltsam sie hören lieber auf den gangsterrapper als auf die so sehr geliebten elter ich seh, dass sie sich mit mir identifizieren egj auf einma

- that was the sound of a golf ball Or if you're a ping pong enthuestaic that was the sound of a ping pong ball but most generally you here it tick -tick tick tick-tick tick tick-tick tick tick-tick That was the sound of a match between a golfer & a ping pong enthusia